A soft sunlit morning filled the room with the gentle melody of chirping birds, a warm breeze gently wafting through the open window.

Your husband laying in bed beside you, with tousled hair and tired eyes, grumbled as he turned to you. Gently, your fingers threaded through his tousled hair, while his robust arms enveloped you, drawing you snugly against his chest.

"Let's stay in bed for a while, love. I don't want to get up yet," Chris murmured in a raspy voice, cuddling even closer. These moments of morning cuddles were his favorite, making it hard for him to leave the embrace.